CHAPTER TWO
Hari is back in the uncomfortable chair, but now Draco’s here to join him. Both Hari’s PR team and Draco’s are yelling at the latter for kissing him. While Draco looks like he couldn't care less about the sin he committed, Hari is shrinking into his chair, arms subconsciously going over his vital organs.
“Why the fuck would you think to kiss a dude, him especially” His PR manger waves his arms towards Hari as if that would explain what he’s trying to say.
“And what do tell is wrong with Hari, aside from well, him” Draco looks him up and down at that last part.
“Fuck you Malfoy at least I don’t look like a posh white boy” Its followed by a vulgar gesture.
Just as Draco opens his mouth he gets cut off, “boys that is enough now get out as we talk about how to fix this mess do not talk to anyone”
Hari grumbles a yes sir while Draco grabs his stuff and leaves the stuffy classroom. As he opens the door the bright flashing lights Hari’s used to begin.
Draco is talking to an interviewer and smirks as he sees Hari come out.
It seems it's in the Malfoy blood to do the exact opposite of whatever the hell they're told, Hari thinks.
He's surprised Draco’s not Dead, jailed or expelled yet. It is only the start of the year; If Hari learnt anything at Hogwarts it's that a lot can happen in a year.
What were you and Draco Malfoy doing in that room just now?
Are you and Draco Malfoy an item?
What is your body count?
Are you gay?
What's your sexuality?
What is your comment on the rumour's that you and Draco are together?
They follow him until he gets to his common room. All eyes turn to him but he just quickly goes upstairs and into his room. He thumps on his bed and closes his eyes trying to shut out the world, even for a little bit.
Everything feels like too much, it's too loud. He can feel his head. Thump thump thump He squeezes his eyes shut. It's not like they can get him in here. He is safe, he is here and he is safe.
The curtains get softly pulled open but it's not soft enough, Hari has learnt to pull apart and pick together every single sound he hears, new and old. He is especially good with footsteps, it's how he knows it's Ron pulling open the curtains.
“Hey Ron,” Hari sighs.
“How do you always know who it is?” Ron asks, half amazed, half annoyed.
“Lucky guess”
“You say that every time!”
He will not tell him about his abuse, one because his team told him not to and two because he doesn't want Ron to start looking at him with disgust, or pity. He’s not quite sure which ones worse.
Hari sits up and looks at him, eyes droopy from all the late nights.
“Merlin mate” Ron breathes at the sight of his best friend. Brown hair sticking to his head from the sweat from the quidditch match.
Hari’s team decided that the small patch of white hair where his scar meets his skull isn’t attractive and found a spell that would cover it as hair dye doesn't work. It definitely does not help his headache having that spell on him three times a day.
Even Ron doesn't know about it.
“Do I look that bad?” His voice is raspy and sore from hours of working with Dumbledore to make him stronger, better, faster.
“Shit mate, what happened to you, are you sick or something?” Ron asks, putting the back of his hand to Hari’s head.
He smacks it away before saying, “You’re acting like your mother”
“I'm just worried about you dude you haven't been yourself in the past few months” Ron replied scowling at him.
“I'm fine honestly”
Ron gives him a look to say ‘I'm not a bloody idiot’
Hari rolls his eyes and falls back down to his bed, right as there's a knock at the door. Taking a big sigh he gets up and opens the door.
The PR manager shoves his way through Hari’s room.
“You and Draco will pretend to be together” Is all he says.
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“Hari and you are going to pretend to be together” Draco's PR manager tells him.
His cheeks are hollow as he thinks over how to respond, how to handle this new situation at home. He had only done it to piss off his father, he didn't think they would actually take it this seriously.
He grips the edge of his seat trying to find a way to get control over this situation.
“And if I chose not to?” His eyebrow raises at that.
“Then we get you’re father involved”
Draco glares at him with the hatred of years of working with him.
“Fine”
If he wants him to pretend to date Hari, he will date the shit out of him and make them regret it.